There is a pain - so utter - It swallows substance up - Then covers the Abyss with Trance - So Memory can step Around - across - upon it - As one within a Swoon - Goes safely - where an open eye - Would drop Him - Bone by Bone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOLUNTARIES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ARIZONA POEMS: 4. THE WINDMILLS by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER IN TENEBRIS: 2 by THOMAS HARDY THE CHOIRMASTER'S BURIAL by THOMAS HARDY AN ELECTIVE COURSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RECOMPENSE by DOROTHY MOORE ALFORD THE LONE BUTTE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG TO GEORGE CRUIKSHANK, ESQ., ON SEEING HIS PICTURE ... by MATTHEW ARNOLD |